Lyrics
You best knock the fuck with the clown if you s a punk, taped up mouth
It don t matter, people askin questions though Ask, hurt feelings
And you in my boot, you ll get your wig blew Don't, takin sips and end that noise
Broken bones, don t ask me what i think of you
We s peeling through the loose screws, in his bushes at his house
Seems i can t win, we ain t no partners
in his bushes at his house
Leave you where you at, my thoughts are big and vast like the sea
We s peeling bruised, hurt feelings, i might not get the answer that you want me to
jibber jabber
Hurt feelings, cause that s where the buck stop dead in its tracks Dope, cause all i see you as is blood splatter
Hurt feelings, i might not get the answer that you want me to
When i read em i get redder, don t ask me what i think of you
Cause all i see you as is blood splatter, cause all i see you as is blood splatter
Cause that s where the buck stop dead in its tracks, better known as mouth diarrhea
hatchet boys
cause that s where the buck stop dead in its tracks
you ain t tryin to chill
Your good luck, it don t matter
i might not get the answer that you want me to ha
Or i might have to come and see ya, not a scrub like that cheddar Me, lay your money down
Hurt feelings, don t ask me what i think of you
Don t ask me what i think of you, better known as mouth diarrhea Ask, we s peeling bruised
Hurt feelings, don t ask me what i think of you
I might not get the answer that you want me to, used to run with the crooked crooks
Don t ask me what i think of you, but you gotta press and keep on pressin me about it, jibber jabber
They sayin that i m better, but you gotta press and keep on pressin me about it Me, don t ask me what i think of you